These days, it sure doesn’t feel like YHC was born to run. Mosey, maybe. But run? And run with sprinting? No, no, no… not with the post-Classic staleness I’ve been battling.
Of course, that’s the thing about F3 – the exercises you despise… well, they somehow, in some twisted way, make it into your Q. And make no mistake, this is my least favorite beatdown. But with Chewy firmly back in the fold, it seemed appropriate to bring back his most excruciating gift to the PAX: High Intensity Interval Training. Basically, interspersing long sprints within our usual 5k run (the key word being ‘long’). I know, it doesn’t sound too bad on paper, but boy is it miserable. (A little less miserable than I remember, probably due to our slower pace and the fact that summer hasn’t fully kicked in yet.) At one point Chewy provided some scientific papers to prove the method’s effectiveness over traditional running, but hey, you’ll have to scour the history of Northshore backblasts for that one.
First, though, a little warmorama: PAX lined up along the parking lot edge and did the following dynamic stretches: lunge twists, high kicks, knee tucks, carioca.
Then time to hit the HIIT, knocking out about 5x 300-400 yard sprints sprinkled throughout the usual path to and fro Sunset Point. Unfortunately for the PAX, Wacker is on some crazy fast and so the mumble chatter was, as POTUS might say, low-energy.
Once back, a quick plank stretch before the PAX humored me by hitting the monkey bars for some hanging toe touches – hang from the bar, kick your feet up and attempt to touch your toes to said bar. x12, with only intermittent success.
And finally wrap it up with 15x IC Manmakers & 15x IC Crunchy Frogs.
Countdown, nameorama, and Shooter led us out with prayer. T-claps to Sprocket who’s now made two consecutive Scrambles after a long hiatus – good to have you back. And thanks guys, I certainly would not have done that on my own!
